"Jules Watson has conjured up the mythic past, a
land of Celtic legend and stark grandeur. Readers
will find her world and characters fascinating and
unforgettable." -Sharon Penman, bestselling author of Devil's Brood

LANDSCAPES

A stormy sea on the Isle of Skye

Here’s where my writing started…

Many
years ago, I was sitting on a clifftop on the coast of the Isle of
Lewis. I had traveled to the western edge of Europe, then on a boat to
the Western Isles of Scotland. I then crossed Lewis itself in a rickety
school bus, to reach its west coast. Now I was sitting about as far
west as one could get in inhabited Europe, staring out at the Atlantic
Ocean.

It was misty, as it often is. Curls of
vapour touched my cheeks. I could not really see the sea, only hear its
muffled murmur somewhere far below. Farther along the cliffs, sheep
bleated.

I could have been sitting there in any time, I thought. The mists had shrouded me in magic.

These vivid colours are Scotland to me

And then…I almost
heard the sound of oars splashing in the sea. The musical cascade of a
different language. Straining, I almost saw a long, dark shape parting
the mist, the gull-like flash of a white sail amid the fog.

It was like a memory pulled up from deep inside
me. And in that moment, the desire to write about the ancient peoples
in Scotland leaped alive in my heart.

I
got up and walked until I came across old Mr MacGregor, the farmer
seeking his sheep. We talked. His sheepdog darted around my feet, and I
scratched its head.

I asked what it was like living there
in that isolated spot, and — somewhat stupidly — what it was
like speaking Gaelic, his own tongue, when few visitors could
understand it. He replied, “Och, aye, we all speak the gaelic,”
and he said it as “gahlic”, as it should be said. And when I
heard the musical lilt of his speech, like a long rill of melody…

Well, then, I was lost.

Settings

Dunadd Fort, Kilmartin

The Dalriada Trilogy is set around Kilmartin Glen in Argyll in
western Scotland, south of Oban. Argyll is one of the most beautiful
parts of Scotland, for it is mountainous but lush, and visitors are
close to all the western islands which retain the Gaelic language and
traditional music.

Kilmartin Glen has more archaeological remains in one
small valley than any other part of Scotland. At its heart is Dunadd,
the volcanic crag that was the kingdom of the Gaelic kings from the
sixth to the ninth centuries AD.

Dun Carloway, the Isle of Lewis

There are also standing stones and stone circles, Bronze Age barrows,
burial cairns, Iron Age hillforts, and many rock engravings of spirals
and other motifs. It was obviously a sacred place, though we don’t know
why (read my books to find out!).

The
Isle of Lewis, the site of my original "vision” became my Sacred Isle,
where the priestesses live beside the famous (existing) stone circle
of Callanish. There are also remains of broch towers on the island,
such as that at Dun Carloway, where the nobility lived.

I also set smaller scenes in the Cairngorm mountains, around Inverness, and at Bennachie hill near Aberdeen.

The Song of the North / The Boar Stone also took in Hadrian’s Wall, in Cumbria, and Burghead near Inverness.

Loch and Glen Etive

The
Swan Maiden is set partly in Ireland, near Navan fort in Armagh - which
was the mythical Emain Macha. Mostly it is set around Loch Etive in
Argyll. This is traditionally where Deirdre and Naisi lived before
returning to Ireland.

The Raven Queen is set wholly in Ireland, some scenes also at Navan fort (Emain Macha). Queen Maeve's stronghold of Cruachan is supposed to be Rath Croghan, near Tulsk, Roscommon; the lake where Ruan lives is Lough Boderg.

I love Ireland, but the Scottish landscape inspires me, and has inspired most of my
books. The Celtic belief in the sacredness of all things, their
closeness to nature, and the veneration of springs, caves and rivers as
being doorways to the Otherworld mean that Scotland is not just
beautiful. Trying to see the land through their eyes has given rise to many writing ideas, beyond marvelling at mere loveliness.

An Otherworldly loch

The mists, rain and wind and the sudden changes in
weather lend Scotland an elusive quality. You never feel that what you
are seeing is real. Mountains can abruptly be shrouded in mist, a loch in sea-fog. A thick bank
of clouds will roll away just as swiftly, and the sun will spill gleaming on red
bracken and wet rock. Or pour down on a far hillslope, turning it gold when all about you is leaden grey.

It constantly shifts and glimmers, as if you are indeed catching glimpses of another world.